[Verse 1: Joba]
It's so easy living in delusion
All I see is an illusion
Lend a hand, I could use one
Skipping stars on a cloudy night
Hearing colors, seeing music
I can taste the air
Something like a love affair
Is only fair when it's pretend
In the chaos, I am still here
[Chorus: Joba, Joba & Christian Alexander, Christian Alexander]
They'll never (Never) understand (understand)
They'll never (Never) understand (understand)
I like the way it hurts me
I like the way it hurts me
They'll never (Never) understand (understand)
They'll never (Never) understand (understand)
I like the way it hurts me
I like the way it hurts me
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
I fear for my life, I'm the president
I'm loyal to my brothers like a- like a blood
Texas niggas where I get my genius from
Mama got some half brothers
And they from the same place where Stevie from
I be in the city, I don't let 'em come backstage
I'm afraid my family cursed
Why the fuck you think a nigga had to go and change his last name?
Yeah, I'm from the trash, shit was do or die
Made it out alive, only the strong survive
Had to sell my soul to help my mama out
Never turn on your niggas for some clout
You forgetting how to take the trash out
Five hoes a night the last house
I'm throwing cash out
I made an ass out myself
Drunk as fuck in the airport
Probably kill ya if I tried to care more
Take my own life like it's a damn sport
Like it's Shakespeare
Nigga, eight years
No acres, on ay-ers
All my heroes from Chicago or Brooklyn
Or they a Laker
[Bridge: Kevin Abstract & THE BLSSM, THE BLSSM]
As you sleep at night, the city's burning down to the ground
While I'm wide awake, I howl at the moon
All your dreams are never-ending circles keeping me around
But I'm just a man with nothing to lose
[Interlude: Matt Champion]
Why was she there?
Why was she there?
[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
At your spot, 34 floors up
Quick-witted, should've never froze up
Had your nose in things you shouldn't
Protected when I know I couldn't
Innocence stripped from the grip
Watch it slip out your tatted hands
On the phone, call and see how far they is
Man you playin' round, we was just some kids
Like ray trace 'round the TV set
I've been pretty gone, dog, you a vet
Lucky getting off with a minor offense
With the walls closing, holding up your head
Should've pulled you out, should've saw the stance
But you gonna do what you're gonna do?
Sitting 'round the circle, faces turning purple
Same convo, same dead-end
Always tryna talk you out this damn lane
'Bout time you face all the clouds you left
Hanging over everybody
But they never show you all the pain that they carry
Out there shakin', slow fadin'
Filled up with self-hatred
Grab my, my [?]
[Outro: Matt Champion, Kevin Abstract & Joba]
I will make it home okay
I will make it home okay
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